At dawn, moisture dripped onto our tent in a campground in the village of Eungella beyond the borders of Eungella National Park. Not rain, the drips spilled from tree leaves above, fallen accumulation...
Needing an antidote to yesterday’s long hours spent cramped in a car, Vilis and I strolled for much of the morning in Bundaberg’s Queens Park adjacent to the Burnett River. Sunshine wash...
Until this afternoon, I knew nothing about cricket. I had listened to excited ABC sports reporters refer to centuries and overs and wickets, but hadn’t a clue what those terms meant. Today, howe...
It is said that a picture speaks a thousand words; therefore, I let this picture speak for me. I title it simply Winter Morning in Townsville. Today’s birds: Australian magpies, rainbow l...